You bid farewell to the Salt Rock and the crew staying there, while the rest of you and your men returned to the docks. There were only a few distant torch lights showing the guard patrol as the crew quietly walked back. But along the way, you hear a sharp and loud pop. Johnathan heats it as well as his ears perk up. “I recognize a squeak like that captain. Pry bar. Sounds like someone’s fixing to break and enter something. Wanna check it out?” It was a town full of thieves and the lawless. It would only be inevitable that there would be some thievery.